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We lay together for some time, dozing and gently caressing one another, nowadays I doubt she had climaxed but my inexperience…well… you know how it is!
Quietly she whispered “look you have tonight and tomorrow and that night and dad gets home on that next morning, I am yours till then but , we must sleep at least a bit…and just before he gets home you must leave me well filled, he likes to poke me soon after he gets in, he has no refinement and he just slams it in regardless, he calls it ‘his home from the sea rights’! He knows he has allowed me to sleep with you till then, but he will need some proof of your having done the deed, it`s his way, ok?” I said I understood,” but I doubt now if I realy did, my dad, my hero, was turning out to be some sort of sexual tyrant.
She next explained that, “there were two more ways of enjoying sex and neither where at risk of pregnancy, the first she said is up the backway!” this had never occurred to me, not in my wildest fantasy and I can tell you I`ve had a few of them believe me…
She passed me a jar of Vasaline, then turned onto her front telling me to grease her little star. Well I did what was asked of me, even when she asked me to slip a finger into her, she was tight, but she than said for me to stick my fast stiffening prick into her, well with some trepidation I did just that, trusting in the one who knows, if the front felt tight and clingy, this felt tighter and harder going! She however had suffered my old dads larger tool on many occasions and was not fazed at all by this stiff if boyish intruder. She instructed me to try the stroke I had tried at the front, which I did, and what I lacked in finesse I made up with in vigour and wow, that was damned good, she pinched me with her inside muscles and again I filled her this time with seed that timed itself to aid her excitement, or at least perhaps she faked it so, I thought so, but in reality, back then I had no idea.
I rolled off and again we lay together, this time we slept, and it was dawn and the sound of electric milk floats as they made their way from the dairy which woke me with a start.
I soon had a kettle on the gas to make us tea then I had to pee, a thought struck me how the hell did she pee… the kettle boiled I made a pot laid up a tray then took it to her, shaking her awake.
She said how she appreciated the brew, as she only got tea in bed on birthdays and the like and soon had the first cup put away in seconds saying she needed to pee and setting off for the door, I asked her if I could watch as I had not as yet worked out how ladies did it, laughing she took my hand leading me down to the toilet and giving me a very graphic demonstration.
After which we kissed and a mutual decision made us return to her bed, here she said, “I spose you want the third method today.” Well to be honest I had forgotten the third method, I would have been happy with another go at the two methods I had already tried, so I laughed “ok”, and she immediately knelt, took my fast stiffening tool into her mouth and proceeded to give me, what I later found was termed “head” and very fine it was. To my amazement she then swallowed all my seed when I came to the boil… yes swallowed it… my mum the typical old maid who would not hurt a fly or get involved in anything sexual, gulping it down like nectar!
I must have dozed off for a second, the rattle of a milk lorry or a train must have awaken me, and she had gone. I lay in bed the curtains open, musing about this side of mum I had not even dreamed of in my most lurid fantasy as, as a local train wandered past, soon there would come those lovely boat trains, with those magnificent steam engine`s at their head, galloping off to Dover or slowing to go into the sidings before with the tiny locos in charge off down the branch they would go to our own harbour.
Mum appeared with our breakfast`s and we sat feeding our faces, me definitely needing to keep my strength up! I said, “Can I ask something mum,” she nodded, perhaps wondering what I was about to ask. “Well mum how did you know all about this sex stuff if dads not keen?” she smiled then chuckled “oh well ok, but it`s for your ears only, you see when I was a girl I lived in Surry, I was your age just before the war, anyway during the war your aunt`s and I were fairly pretty, and we became popular with the army lads and lasses at the base, well they were generous and we made a few bob at the old game there I can tell you, and I didn’t meet your dad till after the war so you were a late arrival for me!” And with that she laughed. “Oh and while you’re here, when I called her this evening your aunt told me that you were taking a look or two at her during your stay, she was very flattered and you would have been home free with her if you hadn’t been so shy!” by now I was glowing, as I had missed out on the prettiest of the three sisters! And me having spent a month there for harvesting!
My mother laughed at my look, “don’t worry I think she`s going to ask you over for the plums and apple picking they are due soon, but just watch out for your uncle he might be disabled down there, but he might not be keen on you tupping his wife, so tread carefully. This of course was the first I knew of uncles disability, I later found he had been kicked in the crutch and it smashed his bits up, it being a carthorse that did the deed, he was not a well man for a while after and now peed through a pipe! Though I wished him no harm, for me life was apparently getting better and better!
After the breakfast we moved downstairs, I relit the fire while mother washed up and prepared our main meal of the day a rather spectacular steak and k**ney pud! Sadly, as it cooked slowly all day the smell sent me mad with expectation!!
For some reason she cleared our table, in the living room, then fixing me with a meaningful stare she lifted her dressing gown, the room still having a chill and without any pre-sex games bent herself over the table, now me I am not the chap to miss or not take the hint, so I asked “which way mum?” her reply was, “remember that I am only yours till breakfast tomorrow my young master, were I you, I would take all the advantage you can, just use me as you want, just don’t mark me or no doubt you will feel your dads anger!”
Puzzled I just slipped myself into her body, and after a few strokes, still bemused about marking her I stopped my strokes and asked what she meant! She by this time was in no mood to stop and cried out, “just fuck me you little bugger and I will tell you after, you should never stop mid-way to a ladies climax, it`s bad for the heart so just get on with it!”
So that’s what I did, lesson learnt and I gave her my best, or at least I thought it my best, however she began to mutter, spurring me on to better things, her voice louder and louder calling for it “harder, go on harder, go on hammer it home give me what I deserve Jack, you know what I need!” now this too was a revelation that I would need to enquire about, I mean I could see she was in the zone so to speak, and was enjoying what she was getting, that too was obvious , but wanting it harder… and Jack? Especially as my dad`s name was Lenny, and mine John, so who was the mysterious Jack?
I returned to the job in hand, and as she was instructing, began ramming it into her as hard as my young body would go, though at the back of my mind I was afraid of hurting her! slowly she came to the boil, with a cry of “go on Jack just fill me up!” I did my best, youthful re-arming had proved handy, and it also proved I was still not pumped dry…yet!
The fire by now was taking hold and the room warming a little so we collapsed in the two armchairs to regain our strength, I of course being a gobby youth asked, her what she had meant about not marking her and who the hell was this jack you were asking for? She looked sheepish then said, “God its lucky I didn’t do that in front of your dad!” then regarding me steadily she said, “Look, sweety I am overloading you with secrets, are you sure you won`t blab about all this, even to your dad?” She exclaimed that, “if I did ‘let it out’, her marriage would be over and probably my aunts too, the other, the other more distant aunt being a spinster, had no one to worry about she being a lesbian anyway with no regular partner!” I asked, “a what?” She explained that, “my distant aunt was a lesbian a ‘rug muncher’ and only liked women…!”
“I missed out there then!” I laughed, she grinned, “yeh she always has been that way, there was back then a lot of hard up girls on the ack-ack sites, while we took care of the blokes!”
I promised her on my honour not to say a word, and till now I never have I have never spoken of any of it, but they are all gone now, my Dad first and my Uncle, worn out by hard work no doubt my Mum next and both my Aunts last, so it won`t hurt them now will it?
Anyway it was all eyebrow raising stuff, as she revealed, that one chap it seems was a corporal and he, “paid extra,” his name had been Jack, “he screwed me in just the way you do, and it took me straight back, his extra was his kink of supplying pain, it was BDSM, and he paid to hurt me occasionally, and boy could he hurt!” Now up till then I had never heard of hurting folk or BDSM, but she explained it all slowly for me, after which, well I had a lot more respect for my old mum believe me.
it appears on one occasion he had her bent over the platoon meal table, tied her down and then he charged, for the whole gun team, all condom less, to screw my dear mother, which had her worried to the point she used a hose up herself in the hope of not getting pregnant…she was however fortunate! On another occasion he whipped her arse till she couldn’t stand for a few days, and on another she bore weights on her nipples while he had her from behind her holding the table edge for support… and why did she do it? well she said she was in love with him, but sadly he was killed when a misfire blew the breach of his gun!
Mother had been devastated, but it was war and the attitude was that life must go on, though she looked deep into our fire as she reminisced, I, feeling sorry for her, went and brewed tea. We sat and sipped the tea, and she leant forward to hold my hand, “you will understand love one day my lad,” I remember her saying, “trust, love and lust are all that’s needed for a good marriage, always remember that lad and you won`t go far wrong, but trust is the important one, if you can`t trust your partner or if they can`t trust you its hopeless…!” of course it was true and I have always remembered her wise words.
She explained about pain, sexual pain, saying that, “it was not for some folk, including your dad, oh he is an aggressive no nonsense lover but he doesn’t cause me pain like Jack did, to me that was sublime, and I loved it, he could have done anything to me could my Jack and I would have let him, belive me…! she sat back and I let her to doze for a while.
By now it had come on to rain, dark clouds had formed and the light had faded, so our gloomy little living room, tucked in the middle of the house was even darker than usual, and the image will forever be fixed in my brain, as she sat naked, in the glow of that fire-light, remembering things past. She I thought done all this just for me, or had she, I wonder now, used as a last sexual hurrah… or was it just to save me from being shy! Now we shall never know.
After a while I took her to bed once again, gentle lovemaking in the missionary position for a start, but I pinched her nipples playfully and she eyed me with a wan smile, then said in a very-low voice, “yes please Jack!” but we were tired and a bit hungry by then so it was that evening, after that restorative pudding for tea, and with the use of her peg bag, and a couple of tie`s to secure her arms to the bedhead, I played at being Jack and she loved it, soon a dozen pegs gripping the skin of each breast, pegs on her nipples pegs on her sex lips and without me touching her further as I administered that last peg on her giant clitorise she came like a woman possessed, it was awesome, her back arched, and she shuddered and gasped in a way that till this she had not shown me. As she came down, I removed the ones on her clit and lips then mounted her as the blood rushed back, it was beyond my dreams, and my worse or perhaps best fantasies, her climax was amazing, and it took me over the top in terrific style. When I went to withdraw, she stopped me with a curt, “Jack you know I love the feelings of the returning blood as you take of my pegs!”
So, I did just as I was told, starting at the outside edge, and doing one from each alternate breasts, finally removing the ones on the nipples which by then had her screaming, fairly quietly, not to make the neighbour`s aware and with me stiff as a ramrod and banging away inside her hard as I could once more! The climax was massive, and we came together, perfectly in tune.
Again, we came downstairs, basically to make tea, and to pee, she followed me down, then said “I know, bring the mop and come with me,” intrigued I caught the mop up in my hand and followed her to the toilet, (we didn’t have a bathroom back then and the toilet was the only place that had a plastic tiled floor) she took the mop from me and parked it out of the way, then bid me lay down on the cold red tiled floor that had been the bane of dads life in the laying! By that time if my old mum had said just cut your throat it`s fun I suspect I should have belived her! so lay I did, she stood astraddle my shoulders and to my amazement held her lips open I assumed for me to see up into her, the gush of her first squirt hit me in the face, she laughed, then knelt her legs trapping my shoulders, her knees by my ears and her gaping sex lined up with my mouth. “Now my lad this was one of Jacks favourites, he would do this first, then do it to me and if I did dribble, he would spank me hard. You up for it?”
You try to stop me I thought, but all I did was nod. It, that urine stream, was not long coming, it tasted bitter, I spluttered and spat and she laughed, said it was “An acquired taste, but it was something she had got used to, my Jack had said it was a sign of my subservience!” we changed places and after a struggle on my part to overcome my nerves, I managed to fill her eager mouth, which she swallowed with a grin. Realising my reluctance she pushed me down her body, and stiff as I now was I slid into her wet orifice, I lay there wet with our pee, and suddenly against all odds and to my own surprise and her amazement, my stream began and I soon flooded her guts. Her cry of “wow…” said it all! when the stream dried, I began my ride, pee under pressure spraying warmly onto my balls, the tile`s and her legs with abandon, we found then a little goes a long way!
Together once more we hit the high notes, then laying in fast cooling pee.
We quickly recovered, then together laughing we went to the kitchen sink, to wash one another, towelling one another down too, before I put on the kettle and she went off to mop up! The grounds for another of my fetishes now deeply ingrained. The fire nearly out we took up tea to the bed once again, and with it drunk, we both knew our strength was ebbing so with arms wrapped around one another we lay, not only lovingly entwined but now sexually connected here in fathers marital bed, watching the lights of passing trains, and just absorbing our love and knowing that tomorrow would by necessity be the last time we would ever do anything sexual together again.
As I dozed off, the blue lights of the night sleeper, with its French coaches and known locally as the ghost train, clattered past and with a smile I tried to decide which of the train ferry`s would take it over the channel, however it was soon too much and I drifted off to sleep until that hateful alarm clattered to herald the day, toileting over she soon laid for me that last time, and It might seem odd to you reading this, but I was determined to fill her to the best of my ability, partly for me, partly for her and mostly to prove I was a fully working and adult son to my dad.
After, she lay as full as I could manage, I stole away leaving her on her back awaiting his return, I dressed, the fire was soon lit, the place warm and I started on breakfast, as I heard the London train pass, Dad would be home soon. The door went, his persona filling the place as always, tiredly dumping his bag and realising mum was not there, so up the stairs he went at speed.
I heard boots hitting the floor then the bedhead battering the wall urgently and I smiled to myself, life was getting back to normal.
It took a while before they re-appeared, he in PJ`s and dressing gown and my once lover now in her old blue working dress, the world was back on an even keel.
Other than him calling me a man and saying he hoped I would not be shy any-more, the whole incident was never once ever mentioned in my hearing.
Well that is not really true, on her death bed she smiled that last time and whispered, “goodbye my Jack” and it was the last thing she ever said.
I did go plum picking but well, that’s another story completely, perhaps if anyone ask`s I may write it for you.
We lay together for some time, dozing and gently caressing one another, nowadays I doubt she had climaxed but my inexperience…well… you know how it is!
Quietly she whispered “look you have tonight and tomorrow and that night and dad gets home on that next morning, I am yours till then but , we must sleep at least a bit…and just before he gets home you must leave me well filled, he likes to poke me soon after he gets in, he has no refinement and he just slams it in regardless, he calls it ‘his home from the sea rights’! He knows he has allowed me to sleep with you till then, but he will need some proof of your having done the deed, it`s his way, ok?” I said I understood,” but I doubt now if I realy did, my dad, my hero, was turning out to be some sort of sexual tyrant.
She next explained that, “there were two more ways of enjoying sex and neither where at risk of pregnancy, the first she said is up the backway!” this had never occurred to me, not in my wildest fantasy and I can tell you I`ve had a few of them believe me…
She passed me a jar of Vasaline, then turned onto her front telling me to grease her little star. Well I did what was asked of me, even when she asked me to slip a finger into her, she was tight, but she than said for me to stick my fast stiffening prick into her, well with some trepidation I did just that, trusting in the one who knows, if the front felt tight and clingy, this felt tighter and harder going! She however had suffered my old dads larger tool on many occasions and was not fazed at all by this stiff if boyish intruder. She instructed me to try the stroke I had tried at the front, which I did, and what I lacked in finesse I made up with in vigour and wow, that was damned good, she pinched me with her inside muscles and again I filled her this time with seed that timed itself to aid her excitement, or at least perhaps she faked it so, I thought so, but in reality, back then I had no idea.
I rolled off and again we lay together, this time we slept, and it was dawn and the sound of electric milk floats as they made their way from the dairy which woke me with a start.
I soon had a kettle on the gas to make us tea then I had to pee, a thought struck me how the hell did she pee… the kettle boiled I made a pot laid up a tray then took it to her, shaking her awake.
She said how she appreciated the brew, as she only got tea in bed on birthdays and the like and soon had the first cup put away in seconds saying she needed to pee and setting off for the door, I asked her if I could watch as I had not as yet worked out how ladies did it, laughing she took my hand leading me down to the toilet and giving me a very graphic demonstration.
After which we kissed and a mutual decision made us return to her bed, here she said, “I spose you want the third method today.” Well to be honest I had forgotten the third method, I would have been happy with another go at the two methods I had already tried, so I laughed “ok”, and she immediately knelt, took my fast stiffening tool into her mouth and proceeded to give me, what I later found was termed “head” and very fine it was. To my amazement she then swallowed all my seed when I came to the boil… yes swallowed it… my mum the typical old maid who would not hurt a fly or get involved in anything sexual, gulping it down like nectar!
I must have dozed off for a second, the rattle of a milk lorry or a train must have awaken me, and she had gone. I lay in bed the curtains open, musing about this side of mum I had not even dreamed of in my most lurid fantasy as, as a local train wandered past, soon there would come those lovely boat trains, with those magnificent steam engine`s at their head, galloping off to Dover or slowing to go into the sidings before with the tiny locos in charge off down the branch they would go to our own harbour.
Mum appeared with our breakfast`s and we sat feeding our faces, me definitely needing to keep my strength up! I said, “Can I ask something mum,” she nodded, perhaps wondering what I was about to ask. “Well mum how did you know all about this sex stuff if dads not keen?” she smiled then chuckled “oh well ok, but it`s for your ears only, you see when I was a girl I lived in Surry, I was your age just before the war, anyway during the war your aunt`s and I were fairly pretty, and we became popular with the army lads and lasses at the base, well they were generous and we made a few bob at the old game there I can tell you, and I didn’t meet your dad till after the war so you were a late arrival for me!” And with that she laughed. “Oh and while you’re here, when I called her this evening your aunt told me that you were taking a look or two at her during your stay, she was very flattered and you would have been home free with her if you hadn’t been so shy!” by now I was glowing, as I had missed out on the prettiest of the three sisters! And me having spent a month there for harvesting!
My mother laughed at my look, “don’t worry I think she`s going to ask you over for the plums and apple picking they are due soon, but just watch out for your uncle he might be disabled down there, but he might not be keen on you tupping his wife, so tread carefully. This of course was the first I knew of uncles disability, I later found he had been kicked in the crutch and it smashed his bits up, it being a carthorse that did the deed, he was not a well man for a while after and now peed through a pipe! Though I wished him no harm, for me life was apparently getting better and better!
After the breakfast we moved downstairs, I relit the fire while mother washed up and prepared our main meal of the day a rather spectacular steak and k**ney pud! Sadly, as it cooked slowly all day the smell sent me mad with expectation!!
For some reason she cleared our table, in the living room, then fixing me with a meaningful stare she lifted her dressing gown, the room still having a chill and without any pre-sex games bent herself over the table, now me I am not the chap to miss or not take the hint, so I asked “which way mum?” her reply was, “remember that I am only yours till breakfast tomorrow my young master, were I you, I would take all the advantage you can, just use me as you want, just don’t mark me or no doubt you will feel your dads anger!”
Puzzled I just slipped myself into her body, and after a few strokes, still bemused about marking her I stopped my strokes and asked what she meant! She by this time was in no mood to stop and cried out, “just fuck me you little bugger and I will tell you after, you should never stop mid-way to a ladies climax, it`s bad for the heart so just get on with it!”
So that’s what I did, lesson learnt and I gave her my best, or at least I thought it my best, however she began to mutter, spurring me on to better things, her voice louder and louder calling for it “harder, go on harder, go on hammer it home give me what I deserve Jack, you know what I need!” now this too was a revelation that I would need to enquire about, I mean I could see she was in the zone so to speak, and was enjoying what she was getting, that too was obvious , but wanting it harder… and Jack? Especially as my dad`s name was Lenny, and mine John, so who was the mysterious Jack?
I returned to the job in hand, and as she was instructing, began ramming it into her as hard as my young body would go, though at the back of my mind I was afraid of hurting her! slowly she came to the boil, with a cry of “go on Jack just fill me up!” I did my best, youthful re-arming had proved handy, and it also proved I was still not pumped dry…yet!
The fire by now was taking hold and the room warming a little so we collapsed in the two armchairs to regain our strength, I of course being a gobby youth asked, her what she had meant about not marking her and who the hell was this jack you were asking for? She looked sheepish then said, “God its lucky I didn’t do that in front of your dad!” then regarding me steadily she said, “Look, sweety I am overloading you with secrets, are you sure you won`t blab about all this, even to your dad?” She exclaimed that, “if I did ‘let it out’, her marriage would be over and probably my aunts too, the other, the other more distant aunt being a spinster, had no one to worry about she being a lesbian anyway with no regular partner!” I asked, “a what?” She explained that, “my distant aunt was a lesbian a ‘rug muncher’ and only liked women…!”
“I missed out there then!” I laughed, she grinned, “yeh she always has been that way, there was back then a lot of hard up girls on the ack-ack sites, while we took care of the blokes!”
I promised her on my honour not to say a word, and till now I never have I have never spoken of any of it, but they are all gone now, my Dad first and my Uncle, worn out by hard work no doubt my Mum next and both my Aunts last, so it won`t hurt them now will it?
Anyway it was all eyebrow raising stuff, as she revealed, that one chap it seems was a corporal and he, “paid extra,” his name had been Jack, “he screwed me in just the way you do, and it took me straight back, his extra was his kink of supplying pain, it was BDSM, and he paid to hurt me occasionally, and boy could he hurt!” Now up till then I had never heard of hurting folk or BDSM, but she explained it all slowly for me, after which, well I had a lot more respect for my old mum believe me.
it appears on one occasion he had her bent over the platoon meal table, tied her down and then he charged, for the whole gun team, all condom less, to screw my dear mother, which had her worried to the point she used a hose up herself in the hope of not getting pregnant…she was however fortunate! On another occasion he whipped her arse till she couldn’t stand for a few days, and on another she bore weights on her nipples while he had her from behind her holding the table edge for support… and why did she do it? well she said she was in love with him, but sadly he was killed when a misfire blew the breach of his gun!
Mother had been devastated, but it was war and the attitude was that life must go on, though she looked deep into our fire as she reminisced, I, feeling sorry for her, went and brewed tea. We sat and sipped the tea, and she leant forward to hold my hand, “you will understand love one day my lad,” I remember her saying, “trust, love and lust are all that’s needed for a good marriage, always remember that lad and you won`t go far wrong, but trust is the important one, if you can`t trust your partner or if they can`t trust you its hopeless…!” of course it was true and I have always remembered her wise words.
She explained about pain, sexual pain, saying that, “it was not for some folk, including your dad, oh he is an aggressive no nonsense lover but he doesn’t cause me pain like Jack did, to me that was sublime, and I loved it, he could have done anything to me could my Jack and I would have let him, belive me…! she sat back and I let her to doze for a while.
By now it had come on to rain, dark clouds had formed and the light had faded, so our gloomy little living room, tucked in the middle of the house was even darker than usual, and the image will forever be fixed in my brain, as she sat naked, in the glow of that fire-light, remembering things past. She I thought done all this just for me, or had she, I wonder now, used as a last sexual hurrah… or was it just to save me from being shy! Now we shall never know.
After a while I took her to bed once again, gentle lovemaking in the missionary position for a start, but I pinched her nipples playfully and she eyed me with a wan smile, then said in a very-low voice, “yes please Jack!” but we were tired and a bit hungry by then so it was that evening, after that restorative pudding for tea, and with the use of her peg bag, and a couple of tie`s to secure her arms to the bedhead, I played at being Jack and she loved it, soon a dozen pegs gripping the skin of each breast, pegs on her nipples pegs on her sex lips and without me touching her further as I administered that last peg on her giant clitorise she came like a woman possessed, it was awesome, her back arched, and she shuddered and gasped in a way that till this she had not shown me. As she came down, I removed the ones on her clit and lips then mounted her as the blood rushed back, it was beyond my dreams, and my worse or perhaps best fantasies, her climax was amazing, and it took me over the top in terrific style. When I went to withdraw, she stopped me with a curt, “Jack you know I love the feelings of the returning blood as you take of my pegs!”
So, I did just as I was told, starting at the outside edge, and doing one from each alternate breasts, finally removing the ones on the nipples which by then had her screaming, fairly quietly, not to make the neighbour`s aware and with me stiff as a ramrod and banging away inside her hard as I could once more! The climax was massive, and we came together, perfectly in tune.
Again, we came downstairs, basically to make tea, and to pee, she followed me down, then said “I know, bring the mop and come with me,” intrigued I caught the mop up in my hand and followed her to the toilet, (we didn’t have a bathroom back then and the toilet was the only place that had a plastic tiled floor) she took the mop from me and parked it out of the way, then bid me lay down on the cold red tiled floor that had been the bane of dads life in the laying! By that time if my old mum had said just cut your throat it`s fun I suspect I should have belived her! so lay I did, she stood astraddle my shoulders and to my amazement held her lips open I assumed for me to see up into her, the gush of her first squirt hit me in the face, she laughed, then knelt her legs trapping my shoulders, her knees by my ears and her gaping sex lined up with my mouth. “Now my lad this was one of Jacks favourites, he would do this first, then do it to me and if I did dribble, he would spank me hard. You up for it?”
You try to stop me I thought, but all I did was nod. It, that urine stream, was not long coming, it tasted bitter, I spluttered and spat and she laughed, said it was “An acquired taste, but it was something she had got used to, my Jack had said it was a sign of my subservience!” we changed places and after a struggle on my part to overcome my nerves, I managed to fill her eager mouth, which she swallowed with a grin. Realising my reluctance she pushed me down her body, and stiff as I now was I slid into her wet orifice, I lay there wet with our pee, and suddenly against all odds and to my own surprise and her amazement, my stream began and I soon flooded her guts. Her cry of “wow…” said it all! when the stream dried, I began my ride, pee under pressure spraying warmly onto my balls, the tile`s and her legs with abandon, we found then a little goes a long way!
Together once more we hit the high notes, then laying in fast cooling pee.
We quickly recovered, then together laughing we went to the kitchen sink, to wash one another, towelling one another down too, before I put on the kettle and she went off to mop up! The grounds for another of my fetishes now deeply ingrained. The fire nearly out we took up tea to the bed once again, and with it drunk, we both knew our strength was ebbing so with arms wrapped around one another we lay, not only lovingly entwined but now sexually connected here in fathers marital bed, watching the lights of passing trains, and just absorbing our love and knowing that tomorrow would by necessity be the last time we would ever do anything sexual together again.
As I dozed off, the blue lights of the night sleeper, with its French coaches and known locally as the ghost train, clattered past and with a smile I tried to decide which of the train ferry`s would take it over the channel, however it was soon too much and I drifted off to sleep until that hateful alarm clattered to herald the day, toileting over she soon laid for me that last time, and It might seem odd to you reading this, but I was determined to fill her to the best of my ability, partly for me, partly for her and mostly to prove I was a fully working and adult son to my dad.
After, she lay as full as I could manage, I stole away leaving her on her back awaiting his return, I dressed, the fire was soon lit, the place warm and I started on breakfast, as I heard the London train pass, Dad would be home soon. The door went, his persona filling the place as always, tiredly dumping his bag and realising mum was not there, so up the stairs he went at speed.
I heard boots hitting the floor then the bedhead battering the wall urgently and I smiled to myself, life was getting back to normal.
It took a while before they re-appeared, he in PJ`s and dressing gown and my once lover now in her old blue working dress, the world was back on an even keel.
Other than him calling me a man and saying he hoped I would not be shy any-more, the whole incident was never once ever mentioned in my hearing.
Well that is not really true, on her death bed she smiled that last time and whispered, “goodbye my Jack” and it was the last thing she ever said.
I did go plum picking but well, that’s another story completely, perhaps if anyone ask`s I may write it for you.
Anastasia
- 04.10.2022
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